The Moon And Icarus Poem by Bill Mitton

He never saw my reflected warmth
his reason blinded by light of Sol
drawn by the brilliance
unable to know the danger
held within Sol's close embrace
so on fragile wings began his dance
and I waited in my quarterings
hoped in my waxings and wanings
but mine was only a reflected glory
and Icarus saw only
day's golden molten glow
Even in my full dressed beamings
I was unnoticed in his flight
and as his wings obeyed Sol's heat
as the earth cried out it's death call
Icarus in his falling must have heard
Lunar's invocation gentle and soft
My embrace would have been warm
caressing and often
Yet Icarus you would have danced on